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Graham rolled his eyes. “Because you’re a fucking sadist.”
“Not true. I don’t want to see you in pain, just squirming in discomfort. Besides, I don’t expect I’ll win every round, and I’m not opening myself to retaliation on the first question.”
“You’ve already formed a strategy?” I shouldn’t be surprised, but I had hoped things would escalate quickly.
“I know I am,” Graham said.
In that case, I needed one too. I set my brain working on the task of getting us toward fondling sooner rather than later. Within the confines of the game, of course. “Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested this. I hope no one dares me to do anything too horrible.”
“Fine.” Graham slouched. “What do you want me to do? Streaking through the park doesn’t matter, since there’s no one else here.”
“No streaking. I want to see that tattoo you’re hiding,” Oz said.
Graham had a tattoo? Wait. “How do you know that, Cole?”
“I caught a glimpse of it when he was buried to the hilt inside you.”
I flushed at the memory summoned by the catch in Oz’s voice.
“All right.” Graham stood, unbuckled his belt, and undid his slacks. He tugged the waistband down his hip, exposing half a butt cheek in the process, and Celtic knot that looked like a circle woven around and through four pointed ellipses.
I brushed my fingers over the delicate ink, relishing Graham’s soft skin and intoxicating groan. “What does it mean?”
“I was told it means the never-ending circle of internal strength,” Graham said as he did his slacks up and sat.
“So cool.” It didn’t escape me that he left his belt undone. This was a good start. “Now Oz gets to go.”
“First job—As in, first time someone paid you to do work for them. Fifteen. I had a paper route,” Oz said.
Graham sighed heavily. “Twenty-one. TA.”
I got to win a round early on. I needed a good dare, and I was pretty sure I had one. “Babysitting for the neighbors. I was twelve.”
“Wait.” Graham’s voice brightened. “If babysitting counts, I was ten. My sister.”
Oz knit his brows together. “Family doesn’t count.”
“Bullshit. My parents paid me, and expected me to do a good job.”
As much as I wanted to hold onto my win, Graham had a point. “Oz didn’t specify up front that family doesn’t count. Graham wins.”
Oz shook his head, but he was still smiling. “Fine. Do your worst, Graham But remember vengeance is delayed and antagonizing.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how the phrase goes,” Graham said.
“It is now.”
Graham urged his lips and furrowed his brow. His expression stayed frozen for a moment. “Why did you leave Rinslet?”
“Don’t know if you’ve noticed”—a hint of sarcasm lined Oz’s reply—“but they’re a very public facing company. I was sitting through my millionth meeting about how to deal with both positive and negative press, and I realized it wasn’t for me. I wanted to be working with computers, not playing Bad Boy Programmer for the gossip sites.”
“The man behind the curtain.” I understood his nickname better now than ever.
“Exactly. Scandalous enough for you?” He looked at Graham.
“Not looking for scandal. I was curious is all.”
“Your turn, Graham,” I said.
